Chapter 14
Mark groaned, holding his nose. "Hades, attack." He ordered, feeling the blood gushing from it, and gingerly felt for a break, breathing out through his mouth gratefully when he found it was alright. Mark watched as Hades jumped onto Ravati, pinning her to the hardwood floor, his paws on her shoulders, those dangerous jaws very close to her throat. "You ready to act like a damn human and not some little troll?" He asked casually, using his bandana to stop the bleeding, sounding nasally when he spoke.
"Go ahead, Mark. Have your mutt rip my throat out. I don't give a fuck anymore." She spat back at him, not showing fear, and didn't tremble as she stared straight into the dog's brown eyes.
She would rather die than change for this asshole. She didn't wince when his claws dug into her shoulders, not caring at the moment, more focused on this dog's chops wanting to tear her to shreds. Mark asked for it when he grabbed her by the upper arm. She wasn't taking anymore shit from him. She was here to fucking WORK, not become his little puppet to change. Ravati refused to let it happen as she closed her eyes.
"I should've never told you anything and kept my fucking mouth shut. God I fucking hate you so much right now." She added viciously, no emotion in her voice, but she meant what she'd said.
"Why do you hate me, Ravati? Because for once, in who knows how damned long, you weren't afraid to show yer true self?" Mark demanded, towering over her and Hades, green eyes staring down at her piercingly. "Because ya opened up to someone, cried in front of someone. Is it me ya hate, Vati or yerself for showin' weakness?"
Her midnight blue eyes locked on his. "Both." She stated evenly, trying to move, and sighed when the dog put more weight on her as she shook her head. She wasn't going to show any weakness, never again, not in front of this asshole. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly, wanting to snap this dog's neck in half, but knew if she did, the others would kill her.
Mark called off Hades, dropping down so he was kneeling over her, one leg on either side of her. Though, he didn't touch her, just stared into her blue eyes. "Yer goin' to spend the rest of yer life hatin' yerself, Ravati, ya know why? Because yer human and humans are weak." He shook his head, moving away from her. "Hide it inside if it makes ya feel better, wear yer paint as a security blanket. One day, you'll wake up, though it'll probably be too late by then."
"Thanks for the philosophical knowledge, asshole." She spat back at him and stood up on her feet, dusting herself off, and glared at him. "You can cook your own damned meal tonight. If you touch me again, I might break your precious nose next time. Night dickweed." She then stalked out of the living room and up to her bedroom, slamming the door shut so hard, the walls shook, and sat down on her bed. Hitting that fucker hurt like a bitch as Ravati shook her fist, groaning in pain, and swallowed hard as she tried getting the throbbing to stop.
Mark shook his head, stalking up the stairs. He retrieved his tool chest from the closet before throwing open her door. It didn't take long to have the screws stripped and the door off its hinges, tossing the door to the side. "Now…either you'll come back downstairs with me and finish yer chores like you were told, CONVICT or I'm gonna do somethin' that shoulda been done a long fuckin' time ago."
"Fine, I'll cook your stupid meal for you, but I'm not eating and you're not making me or I'll fuckin' punch you again." She threatened, standing up from the bed, and shook her head a little before stalking past him. She slid down the banister, not wanting to take the stairs, and walked into the kitchen, planting her hands on her hips, and sucked her cheeks in tightly. "What the fuck do you want me to make, asshole?"
Mark smirked slightly, pointing to the refrigerator. "There's a roasting chicken in there, already unthawed. You'll need to reach yer hand up its ass and pull out the innards, wash the bird then pat it dry." He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, drumming his fingers on the table. "Then you'll stuff it and whatnot. One step at a time and I hope ya ain't got plans tonight." He looked amused. "Because this is gonna take a few hours."
"You're such a fucking dickhead." She spat and shook her head as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail with her black holder, having taken it out after the scuffle she had with Hades, and brought the chicken out.
Step by step, she took the innards out and then washed the bird, patting it dry. That alone took an hour because she could only use one hand. After that, she took the stuffing out of the fridge and proceeded to stuff the bird, using one hand again, not believing he was forcing her to do this. To make his meal, the cocksucker. She hated him with a passion. The stuffing took another hour before it was finally completed. She washed her hand again before finally preheating the oven at the degrees Mark instructed and slid the bird in. She then turned around and stared out at the night, refusing to stare at her warden.
Mark nodded approvingly, now drinking his second beer of the night, Hades resting beside him while Pain and Panic were sleeping in the living room. "Good…now you can clean up the mess ya made." He gestured to the trashed counter. "After that, you can make some mashed potatoes. They're already peeled so you just have to scrub'em, put'em in a pot to boil and let'em go till they're done." He was looking amused as he sipped his beer.
Ravati didn't say a single word to him, but she shot him a deadly glare before getting started. She cleaned off the counter, all the mess she'd made, and then brought the potatoes out. After scrubbing them and putting them in a pot of cold water, she turned the burners on and sighed. She was exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically and had a feeling her night was a long way from being over with. This summer was going to go by excruciatingly slow for her, but she'd handle it. She always did in life and she'd do it again. She cleaned up her mess as she went and finally walked back over, staring out at the night again, and not saying one single word to Mark. She refused to egg him on further, knowing he was enjoying every second of this.
Mark was silent, drinking his beers until he knew the chicken was done. He instructed her on how to mash the potatoes, adding butter and milk, nodding again when she viciously worked the lumps out, knowing she was tired. He then had her set the table for a formal dinner. "Looks really good, Ravati." He commented, inhaling the scent, and making an approving noise from the back of his throat. Mark watched as she returned to looking out the door before snapping his fingers, shoving it all onto the floor and shouted, "Boys, dinner time!"
Ravati heard that and that was all she could take. She turned around and literally flipped the table over on its side before shoving Mark in his chair and smacked him as hard as she possibly could across the face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks she was so pissed off, her entire face reddened, and screamed out at the top of her lungs, "DON'T YOU EVER ASK ME TO COOK FOR YOUR SORRY ASS AGAIN CAUSE IT'S NOT FUCKING HAPPENING, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" She then ran out of the kitchen, leaving him to clean up the mess, and stalked into her bathroom, slamming it shut behind her. She locked it and proceeded to start punching the wall with her injured fist as hard as she could, not caring about anything at the moment. Just releasing her anger.
Mark didn't move, his face stinging from the blow. He watched as Hades, Pain and Panic fell onto the food, gobbling it up. He shook his head and walked into the living room, settling down on the couch and closed his eyes. She was cleaning it up first thing in the morning. She wanted to act like a criminal; he was going to treat her like one. Mark shoved aside the twinge of guilt and sighed, groaning, not wanting to feel bad for her.
After releasing all of her anger and seeing the blood seeping through the gauze wrapping, Ravati finally fell to the floor on her knees and clutched her stomach tightly. She'd done a lot of bad shit in her life, but she didn't deserve that. That was too cruel and it made her sick to her stomach. She slowly stood up and cried out in pain when she flexed her hand, knowing it was broken. It had to be after how many times she'd punched the wall. She'd actually put a dent in it and broke the paint as more tears streamed down her face. So this is what she got for being herself, huh? That was fine. Ravati wasn't going to allow him to break her as she walked out of the bathroom and laid down on her bed, holding her hand tightly to her body. She closed her eyes, allowing the silent tears to fall.
Mark tensed when he heard something upstairs, cocking his head to the side. Frowning, he stood up and headed upstairs, halting in the doorway of her room, seeing as how the actual door was lying against the hallway wall. He seen a small shiver course through her and knew she was crying, which made him feel even guiltier. Mark cleared his throat and stepped inside, his eyes widening when she looked at him, spotting her cradling her hand. "What'd you do?!
"Get the fuck out right now!" She shouted at him, wiping her tears away hastily with her free hand, and when he went to grab her, she kicked him in the stomach hard. "Get the fuck away from me!" She shouted at him and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locked it. She backed up as the pain intensified in her hand and wished she would've bolted out of her bedroom door. There was no window in this stupid bathroom! She wiped her tears away as they kept falling, shaking from head to toe, and when she flexed it, she cried out in serious pain, "FUCK!"
Mark groaned, straightening up. Ravati was a feisty, strong bitch, he would definitely give her that. He heard her scream and sighed, breaking down the bathroom door for the second time since she'd come to stay. He saw the drops of blood on the floor, his gaze moving to his dented wall then to her fist. "Ya broke it you damn fool." He said, though there was no anger in his tone. "Come on, I'll take ya to the hospital."
"Fuck you!" She spat hatefully, cradling it against her chest, and turned her head away from him as she sucked in a sharp breath. "I'll fucking deal with it on my own! I'll clean it and everything! Just get the fuck out and leave me be until tomorrow, you asshole!" She wasn't going to a hospital, hating them with a passion, and coughed a little as she raked a hand through her black hair with her free hand. She refused to look at Mark and cradled her hand closer to her, her eyes daring him to fuck with her right now. She would end up hurting him and herself more, but at least she'd get a couple good licks in.
"You broke yer hand." Mark said, not about to let this little girl bully him. He grabbed her about the waist and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her downstairs and set her down on the counter. "You like beatin' yerself up, Ravati?" He demanded, angry with her for being so stupid. "You like pain?" He grabbed the Jack, ripping the gauze away, and poured it over her hand, wincing when he seen how fucked up it was. "Christ Vati…" Mark studied her hand, ignoring her screams of pain. He braced himself before quickly straightening out her fingers and gently pulling, hearing a sickening sound that made his stomach lurch. Though now, they weren't bent at messed up angles.
Ravati screeched in pain when he did that and tried to get away from him, but it wasn't happening. "STOP IT!" She screamed out in pain, coughing and felt the tears stream down her cheeks freely, not believing he poured the Jack on her hand. She doubled over and pushed him away from her, not believing what a monster he was, and brought her knees up to her chest as she cradled her hand to it. "I FUCKING HATE YOU! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, YOU MONSTER!" She screamed out, coughing more because her chest was heaving harshly, and buried her face in her knees.
Mark ignored her, kneeling down in front of her. He firmly pulled her hand back out, staring down at it. "Knock it off, Ravati! If you don't let me tend to this now, it'll heal wrong and then we'll have to rebreak it…with a hammer." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Just to reset it properly. Now is that what you want?"
"Leave me alone…" She whispered out, her anger disappearing from crying so hard, and wrapped her free arm around her knees, crying harder. She couldn't believe he was hurting her like this when she'd dealt with broken hands before. She hated this man so much right now, especially after what he did to her earlier with the food she made. She just sat on the counter, refusing to look up at him, and allowed him to do what he had to do. Ravati knew she had no choice in the matter and he was going to do it his way.
Mark was quiet, doing what needed to be done, feeling like he was going to be sick at any moment. He'd tended to worse wounds then this before, but for some reason, the fact that it was Ravati who was being hurt, made him ache. "There…Let me set it." He got up and rifled through the kitchen drawers, finally making her a splint for her hand. He taped her hand in place before wrapping gauze around it, wincing when he seen the tears. "Vati…"
"Don't. Just fucking do it." She whispered out harshly, burying her face in her knees, and allowed him to set her hand up in a splint. She had to admit, he did a damned good job, better than any hospital could, and wished the throbbing would stop. It was mostly from the Jack he'd poured on it, which she hated him for because she'd pleaded with him prior not to do that. She knew he did it to hurt her and felt like throwing up at that moment. She didn't know why, but for some reason, her heart filled with more pain when he did it. She sighed heavily and allowed him to finish, keeping her face in her knees, sniffling uncontrollably and sobbing quietly.
Mark sighed, knowing she was pissed with him for the Jack Daniels. He'd done it because he didn't want to scrub her hand, not seeing it broken, the Jack was actually kinder. He helped her to her feet, guiding her to a chair. "You want somethin' for the pain, Vati?" He asked gently, deciding he needed a stiff drink and retrieved a bottle of scotch, something he rarely drank. He took a shot before offering it to her.
"No, now leave me the fuck alone." She stated heatedly, standing up from the chair, and walked out of the kitchen, sniffling a little as she raked her good hand through her hair. When was he going to learn to just leave her alone and allow her to do her time without ticking her off? She wanted to be left alone and he wasn't getting the picture. She looked down at her door and scoffed with a roll of her eyes and stepped over it before going to her bed. She laid down in it, cradling her broken hand to her chest, and allowed more tears to fall from her eyes, wishing the pain would stop.
Mark shook his head, heading upstairs with the scotch in hand. He bypassed her room without even looking in, closing his own bedroom door shut behind him. He got undressed and dropped down onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows, drawing the sheet up to his hips before taking another shot. His green eyes fastened on the ceiling in thought. "Damn it, Vati…" He groaned, wishing she'd just let him in.